Friends of Nimrodel: Tapestry of Dreams - Discussion - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

mark12_30 · 04-11-2004, 05:36 PM

Quote:

littlemanpoet wrote:
I thought both parties were traveling northwards. ???

In writers-time, Yes; today "as the gamers write", both parties are now going northward--because Ædegard's party is almost a game-week behind. How far out from Edoras is Ædegard, as of this writing? Three days? I'm calling it Dec 10 or 11, but I should go back thru and verify.

In four or five more days Ædegard-game-time, they will reach Lorien and meet up with Erebemlin who will steer them along the Anduin-- southwards. At *that* time (Dec 16 or 17) Ravion's troop is just starting out.

I'll edit below to clarify.

In the meantime, what to do? I suggest the Rohan writing team proceed with lengthened stride (but let's not be too hasty, hoom hom-- *enjoy* the character development while eating up the miles and the days.) Meanwhile, Ravion's writing team can proceed at a liesurely pace (writing-wise. The characters are still pressing to make up for lost time.)

Sound reasonable?

alaklondewen · 04-11-2004, 08:42 PM

Helen, would you mind attaching this to the bottom of post #68?

~*~*~
The golden forest was pleasantly quiet as Erebemlin moved soundlessly through the trees. He was following a set of deer tracks that were heading toward the river. If he found the animal delayed by the water’s edge, there would be enough fresh meat for the next few weeks. With winter on the way, the ellon knew the importance of having meat before he and the others found themselves without for the remainder of the season.

As he neared the river, its quiet murmur met his ears. He stopped momentarily, leaning against a mighty mellorn and loosely fitted an arrow to his bow. Steadying his hand, he inhaled deeply and swiftly stepped over bringing the weapon to his eye and pulling the arrow back in one sweeping moment. The buck stood only a few yards from his position, and he readied himself to fire.

The arrow, however, never flew. Just as Erebemlin began to loosen his grip, a cry filled the forest. Speak to me. O Nimrodel, Nimrodel, sing to me again. Then, as quickly as it came, the call was gone. The hunter lowered his weapon and opened his heart searching for its source, but the thought had departed.

Nimrodel. Erebemlin was perplexed by this mysterious cry. The thoughts were so desperate, but who would be searching for the maiden who had long been lost to the world. He could think of only one, but his King had departed long ago for the lands West of the sea.

mark12_30 · 04-12-2004, 06:07 AM

Oooh! Delighted, Alak. Wonderful post!

Nuru, Imladris, Aylwen, & Orual-- I missed you all last evening! lmp, alak and I spent quite some time on yahoo chat. If you have (or obtain) a yahoo ID (which is free, and handy) you can use a java popup chat window (available at the bottom of this page), log onto yahoo, and chat. We can set up a narrow-focus "room" for just this team. If any of you are interested in trying that, PM me! It helps move the game along, instead of waiting for PMs.

mark12_30 · 04-12-2004, 02:33 PM

I just edited my latest post because it was too much of a dead-end for the day.

Hopefully it'll be easier to play against! Please reread.

I was reading the "Resources for RPGs" thread in THe Shire and ran across a link Imladris supplied. It's here . Very helpful. That (and lmp's advice about flabby adverbs, and point of view, and characterization-- hey, lmp, you da man-- ) ranks high up there on the list of "Helpful Advice." CHeck it out.

mark12_30 · 04-13-2004, 02:12 PM

Okay! It's a bit on the baffling side but here it is.
I've added the timeline
right after the
map
on the tapestry info page : Tapestry Docs

Although suggestions are welcome the point is simply, Rohan group has several days to catch up, and Minas Tirith group can take their time for a while. And in the future hopefully we can avoid the confusion. As the game owner-- I'm sorry I didn't catch this earlier! Hopefully we can bring everything to a common date shortly; that will make the logistics less confusing.

Aylwen Dreamsong · 04-13-2004, 03:31 PM

Thankies for all the reference pages, Helen!

And, you're a sly one, asking Bellyn to sing...

I'll get a post and song up tonight, since it's my night off!! (YAY!)

-Aylwen

Nurumaiel · 04-13-2004, 04:39 PM

littlemanpoet, I've worked out a couple posts. It would do me a great honor if you placed them below two posts of your own which I have specified. They are as follows:

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under your post #82......
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"The tale of it?" Liornung blushed slightly but it was clear he was more than eager to tell. "What you have said is true... the Bards of Rohan have rarely put rhyme in their verse and their great songs have been sung without. Yet I learned the art of song not from one of Rohan but from a wandering minstrel of Gondor who always sang in rhyme. Indeed, this fiddle is his that he left me, and 'twas he who first named me Liornung. The name my mother and father gave to me is Sarig, but I do forbid anyone to call me thus." And, a twinkle in his eye, he looked at each member of the company in turn.

"Yes, indeed, it is a name to avoid! But as I was saying before, it was that wandering minstrel who brought me to sing in rhyme. He sang for me a lovely song. He was not as I am. You see, he had a lover in Gondor waiting for him, and I have never fallen in love and don't fully intend to. He was fair eight and thirty years when he first passed through my land and stayed at my father's home, when I was but a lad. He spoke to me a little of her, calling her fairest and dearest, her heart the sweetest and kindest, and though I daresay now all say so much of their lover's, as Amroth would surely say of his, I have rarely seen a man love as that minstrel loved his Gondor maid. He would often describe her to me in a verse, saying:

"Dear are her charms to me,
dearer her laughter free,
dearest her constancy.

"She was of Rohan though he had brought her to Gondor to wait for him at his mother's home. He would have married her long before that time but he could not bring himself to lay aside his roaming just yet. He did tell me once, however, that two years forward he would abandon all roads, build a little home, and take her for his wife. I have not heard of him since, but I pray the two of them are happily wed." He paused a moment before continuing, and his voice was quieter when he spoke again. "Once I heard him singing a song he had written to her, though he did not know I was closeby. It was a charming little song, very simple, but full of such love and devotion. I heard it only once yet it has ever been in my mind. It ran thus:

"Do you see yon bonnie minstrels as they go along
a-trippin' and a-skippin' to the lilt of their song?
And, lassie, they sing a song for thee
so jump up, bonnie girl, and come away with me.

A minstrel's fare is poor if his songs do not please
but if hunger faced us I should love you 'fore life ceased
and with my dying breath I would take you on my knee
and I would tell you truly how much I loved thee.

But if my songs should pleased and bring us some food
still I'd love you as ever a man could
and I'd play you a tune 'neath some shady tree.
So jump up, bonnie girl, and come away with me.

And if there came children a home they should not lack.
I'd set aside my songs and take my fiddle from my back
and I should love them however many there may be.
So jump up, bonnie girl, and come away with me.

And when, my darling girl, we are both frail and old
and your hair turned to white and lost its lovely gold,
though youth had with time decayed still I would love thee.
So jump up, bonnie girl, and come along with me.

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under your post #87
------------------------------------

Liornung's eyes travelled over the campsite and he nodded in satisfaction. "'Tis a lovely place to camp, and I am amazed at the feel of the very air, which speaks of Éomer and his company even better than the song you have sung, good Ædegard. I do not mean, of course," he added, his voice hasty and confused, "that the song was not worthy of the place."

"I do think you are correct," Ædegard reassured him. "Not all things can be put into song. The song spoke of this place, yet this place is this place."

"That is," Liornung said, "quite right." He picked up his fiddle with a little smile upon his face. "I'm going to sing a happy little song for you. I have sung too much, I fear, of lost loves and faraway loves and longing loves, things that bring woe and sorrow. What about loves that are there and happily content?" And so he picked up a merry tune and began to sing.

Come all you lads and lassies and listen for awhile.
I'll sing to you a verse or two and try to make you smile.
But if instead you weep with grief, do not be ashamed
for others who have heard this song wept, more than can be named.

Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day.

There was lad who rode out one fair and pleasant day.
From Rohan and to Gondor he carelessly did stray.
He had no mind for love or any lassies fair
till he met a maid, soft was her smile, dark was her hair.

Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day.

"Oh lassie fair of Gondor, do come away with me,
mount your horse and take my hand and come to my country.
I'll give you all you wish for and sweet home
and rover though I am for you I'll cease to roam.

Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day.

"Oh lad with the golden hair, truly I love you
but if I went away what would my poor sick father do?"
"Oh take him lassie, take him if you'll come with me.
I'll give you all you ask for, no want will come to ye.

Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day.

The lad left and the lassie followed with her father ill.
They built a house and she truly loved him with a will.
I've told you a happy tale of a young rover
and how he won the heart of the fair maid of Gondor.

Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day.
Fal-la-do-la-dee-la-fal-do-lay.

As he ended his song he threw back his head and laughed. "Before any of you speak of it, I do know that my songs are often of wandering rovers and their fair maids, but in all truth so seldom am I in one place for a long time that the only romances I know of are those of the road. Yet I do know of a poor peasant lad who married a poor peasant lass he had loved all his life. I will put the tale into verse a sing it for you on the morrow."

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Thank ye kindly!

04-11-2004, 08:42 PM	#2
alaklondewen Song of Seregon Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Following the road less traveled Posts: 1,193	Helen, would you mind attaching this to the bottom of post #68? ~~~ The golden forest was pleasantly quiet as Erebemlin moved soundlessly through the trees. He was following a set of deer tracks that were heading toward the river. If he found the animal delayed by the water’s edge, there would be enough fresh meat for the next few weeks. With winter on the way, the ellon knew the importance of having meat before he and the others found themselves without for the remainder of the season. As he neared the river, its quiet murmur met his ears. He stopped momentarily, leaning against a mighty mellorn and loosely fitted an arrow to his bow. Steadying his hand, he inhaled deeply and swiftly stepped over bringing the weapon to his eye and pulling the arrow back in one sweeping moment. The buck stood only a few yards from his position, and he readied himself to fire. The arrow, however, never flew. Just as Erebemlin began to loosen his grip, a cry filled the forest. Speak to me. O Nimrodel, Nimrodel, sing to me again. Then, as quickly as it came, the call was gone. The hunter lowered his weapon and opened his heart searching for its source, but the thought had departed. Nimrodel. Erebemlin was perplexed by this mysterious cry. The thoughts were so desperate, but who would be searching for the maiden who had long been lost to the world. He could think of only one, but his King had departed long ago for the lands West of the sea. __________________ At last I understand why we have waited! This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away!

04-12-2004, 06:07 AM	#3
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	chat, again Oooh! Delighted, Alak. Wonderful post! Nuru, Imladris, Aylwen, & Orual-- I missed you all last evening! lmp, alak and I spent quite some time on yahoo chat. If you have (or obtain) a yahoo ID (which is free, and handy) you can use a java popup chat window (available at the bottom of this page), log onto yahoo, and chat. We can set up a narrow-focus "room" for just this team. If any of you are interested in trying that, PM me! It helps move the game along, instead of waiting for PMs. __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve. Last edited by mark12_30; 04-12-2004 at 10:50 AM.

04-12-2004, 02:33 PM	#4
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	whups I just edited my latest post because it was too much of a dead-end for the day. Hopefully it'll be easier to play against! Please reread. I was reading the "Resources for RPGs" thread in THe Shire and ran across a link Imladris supplied. It's here . Very helpful. That (and lmp's advice about flabby adverbs, and point of view, and characterization-- hey, lmp, you da man-- ) ranks high up there on the list of "Helpful Advice." CHeck it out. __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve. Last edited by mark12_30; 04-12-2004 at 03:10 PM.

04-13-2004, 02:12 PM	#5
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	timeline Okay! It's a bit on the baffling side but here it is. I've added the timeline right after the map on the tapestry info page : Tapestry Docs Although suggestions are welcome the point is simply, Rohan group has several days to catch up, and Minas Tirith group can take their time for a while. And in the future hopefully we can avoid the confusion. As the game owner-- I'm sorry I didn't catch this earlier! Hopefully we can bring everything to a common date shortly; that will make the logistics less confusing. __________________ ...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve. Last edited by mark12_30; 04-13-2004 at 02:17 PM.

04-13-2004, 04:39 PM	#7
Nurumaiel Vice of Twilight Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: on a mountain Posts: 1,121	Posts for Liornung littlemanpoet, I've worked out a couple posts. It would do me a great honor if you placed them below two posts of your own which I have specified. They are as follows: ------------------------------------ under your post #82...... ------------------------------------ "The tale of it?" Liornung blushed slightly but it was clear he was more than eager to tell. "What you have said is true... the Bards of Rohan have rarely put rhyme in their verse and their great songs have been sung without. Yet I learned the art of song not from one of Rohan but from a wandering minstrel of Gondor who always sang in rhyme. Indeed, this fiddle is his that he left me, and 'twas he who first named me Liornung. The name my mother and father gave to me is Sarig, but I do forbid anyone to call me thus." And, a twinkle in his eye, he looked at each member of the company in turn. "Yes, indeed, it is a name to avoid! But as I was saying before, it was that wandering minstrel who brought me to sing in rhyme. He sang for me a lovely song. He was not as I am. You see, he had a lover in Gondor waiting for him, and I have never fallen in love and don't fully intend to. He was fair eight and thirty years when he first passed through my land and stayed at my father's home, when I was but a lad. He spoke to me a little of her, calling her fairest and dearest, her heart the sweetest and kindest, and though I daresay now all say so much of their lover's, as Amroth would surely say of his, I have rarely seen a man love as that minstrel loved his Gondor maid. He would often describe her to me in a verse, saying: "Dear are her charms to me, dearer her laughter free, dearest her constancy. "She was of Rohan though he had brought her to Gondor to wait for him at his mother's home. He would have married her long before that time but he could not bring himself to lay aside his roaming just yet. He did tell me once, however, that two years forward he would abandon all roads, build a little home, and take her for his wife. I have not heard of him since, but I pray the two of them are happily wed." He paused a moment before continuing, and his voice was quieter when he spoke again. "Once I heard him singing a song he had written to her, though he did not know I was closeby. It was a charming little song, very simple, but full of such love and devotion. I heard it only once yet it has ever been in my mind. It ran thus: "Do you see yon bonnie minstrels as they go along a-trippin' and a-skippin' to the lilt of their song? And, lassie, they sing a song for thee so jump up, bonnie girl, and come away with me. A minstrel's fare is poor if his songs do not please but if hunger faced us I should love you 'fore life ceased and with my dying breath I would take you on my knee and I would tell you truly how much I loved thee. But if my songs should pleased and bring us some food still I'd love you as ever a man could and I'd play you a tune 'neath some shady tree. So jump up, bonnie girl, and come away with me. And if there came children a home they should not lack. I'd set aside my songs and take my fiddle from my back and I should love them however many there may be. So jump up, bonnie girl, and come away with me. And when, my darling girl, we are both frail and old and your hair turned to white and lost its lovely gold, though youth had with time decayed still I would love thee. So jump up, bonnie girl, and come along with me. ------------------------------------ under your post #87 ------------------------------------ Liornung's eyes travelled over the campsite and he nodded in satisfaction. "'Tis a lovely place to camp, and I am amazed at the feel of the very air, which speaks of Éomer and his company even better than the song you have sung, good Ædegard. I do not mean, of course," he added, his voice hasty and confused, "that the song was not worthy of the place." "I do think you are correct," Ædegard reassured him. "Not all things can be put into song. The song spoke of this place, yet this place is this place." "That is," Liornung said, "quite right." He picked up his fiddle with a little smile upon his face. "I'm going to sing a happy little song for you. I have sung too much, I fear, of lost loves and faraway loves and longing loves, things that bring woe and sorrow. What about loves that are there and happily content?" And so he picked up a merry tune and began to sing. Come all you lads and lassies and listen for awhile. I'll sing to you a verse or two and try to make you smile. But if instead you weep with grief, do not be ashamed for others who have heard this song wept, more than can be named. Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day. There was lad who rode out one fair and pleasant day. From Rohan and to Gondor he carelessly did stray. He had no mind for love or any lassies fair till he met a maid, soft was her smile, dark was her hair. Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day. "Oh lassie fair of Gondor, do come away with me, mount your horse and take my hand and come to my country. I'll give you all you wish for and sweet home and rover though I am for you I'll cease to roam. Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day. "Oh lad with the golden hair, truly I love you but if I went away what would my poor sick father do?" "Oh take him lassie, take him if you'll come with me. I'll give you all you ask for, no want will come to ye. Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day. The lad left and the lassie followed with her father ill. They built a house and she truly loved him with a will. I've told you a happy tale of a young rover and how he won the heart of the fair maid of Gondor. Fal-la-do-la-do, fal-al-the-day. Fal-la-do-la-dee-la-fal-do-lay. As he ended his song he threw back his head and laughed. "Before any of you speak of it, I do know that my songs are often of wandering rovers and their fair maids, but in all truth so seldom am I in one place for a long time that the only romances I know of are those of the road. Yet I do know of a poor peasant lad who married a poor peasant lass he had loved all his life. I will put the tale into verse a sing it for you on the morrow." ------------------------------------ Thank ye kindly! __________________ In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

04-13-2004, 03:31 PM	#6
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	Thankies for all the reference pages, Helen! And, you're a sly one, asking Bellyn to sing... I'll get a post and song up tonight, since it's my night off!! (YAY!) -Aylwen __________________ ...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.